Full of romance, intrigue, emotion and passion, Silver Dove is the concluding part to Craig and Amberâs story that began in Silver Lining.

After the chaos of their early relationship and with their history of broken pasts behind them, Craig and Amber prepare to say âI Doâ on their Happily Ever After.

Life rarely runs to plan though.

Amber has fought long and hard to bury her fears and become a stronger person, but when old feelings resurface and tragedy strikes, it takes an intervention from Craig to prove her doubts are unfounded and to believe in love and hope.

Just when they think they are at a point where they can be happy and move forward together, the pair find themselves fighting obstacles and difficulties that will truly test the strength of their bond.

Can Amber gather the strength to fight against the forces trying to destroy her? Will Craig keep his promises of remaining truthful? As a couple are they tough enough to battle through these turbulent times and emerge stronger than ever?

My 5 Star Review for Silver Dove by EJ ShortallSilver Dove was a phenomenal read. EJ Shortallâs second book in the Silver Linings series was even better than the first. You think Silver Linings took you on an emotional rollercoasterâ¦..want until you read Silver Dove. There were times I was so happy for Craig and Amber and other times that I wanted to hit them up-side their heads and ask, âWhat were you thinking?â What can I say, Shortallâs writing has me emotionally vested in these two and I canât wait to see where she takes Craig and Amber next? Based on her first two novels, I can guarantee it will be bumpy but in the end it will all be worth it. Shortall proves again to be remarkable author that will have you reading into the early morning hours to find out what happens next. You could probably read Silver Dove as a standalone but I would recommend after Silver Linings to enjoy the full experience. This was a prime example of what a 5 star read should be.

Prologue

Amber â Age 7

âI canât do it, James. I just canât do it.â My plimsoll clad foot kicked out at my pink and silver bike that was, yet again, lying in a scratched up mess next to me. âItâs stupid and Iâll never get the hang of it,â I huffed and dropped my forehead onto my scraped and throbbing knee.

James, my older brother by six years, crouched down beside me. âHey, donât beat yourself up kiddo. Youâll get this, I promise,â he reassured me in that soft, calming tone of his that was reserved only for me. âWhat is it Mum saysâ¦ If at first you donât succeed-â

âYeah, yeah, yeah,â I mumbled cutting him off. I used Jamesâs outstretched hand to help pull me to my feet and then reluctantly reached down to pick my bike up for the fiftieth time that day. For three weeks James had been trying to teach me how to ride my bike without stabilizers. The trouble was I had no sense of balance and as soon as he let go of my seat I would wobble, panic and then fall off. Of course the other boys down the street always thought it was funny and would stand there and laugh at me. That just made me more nervous, knowing they were watching, and so I could never just relax like James wanted me to do.

âThis time Ambs, Iâm not going to tell you when I let go, okay? Ignore the idiots and focus on keeping your handlebars straight and your eyes forward. You can do this. I know you can do this.â I looked up at James as I climbed on the bike and smiled. James always made me smile. It didnât matter what was happening, how sad or angry I got, James always made me smile. He was more than just my big brother, he was my hero.

âAre you ready?â he called out as I grabbed the handlebars and focused on old Mr Petersonâs yucky brown car parked down the street. With my eyes narrowed and focused on my target, I started peddling. James ran with me shouting out words of encouragement as I sped up with a determination that this time I would make it, I would ride my bike all by myself. I can do this. I can do this, I kept repeating to myself as I got nearer to the old car.

âKeep going, Ambs, you can do it,â James shouted but he sounded too quiet, in the distance. I immediately sensed he wasnât holding onto the back of my seat anymore and began to wobble.

No, no, no Amber, you will not fall again. I tried, I really tried to keep those handlebars straight and make sure I sat up upright to keep my balance but as soon as Soot, Mrs McGreggors Scottish terrier, ran up to the gate and started yapping, my concentration faltered and I fell. My bike crashed to the ground, again, and I landed with a thud. A jagged stone cut into my knee and the pain was so bad I burst into tears, crying like a baby.

Simon and Eric were sitting on Ericâs wall laughing at me as I sat there sobbing, embarrassed Iâd fallen yet again, angry at myself for having fallen yet again, and in pain from scraping my knees, yet again. James ran up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. âWhat are you two laughing at?â he growled and they immediately shut up.

âWe, um, just-â Eric stuttered.

âShut up! If I hear you, either of you, laughing at my kid sister again I swear I will punch you so hard. You hear me?â I peered out the corner of my eye as both Simon and Eric swallowed hard and with wide eyes nodded their heads. They knew not to mess with James. They knew he would follow through on his promise. âGood! Come on Ambs, letâs get you indoors. I think youâve had enough for today.â

James helped me to my feet, wiped my tears and, pulling my bike along by the handlebars he walked me back home.

âWhat happened to you?â Mum said rushing over to me when we stepped indoors and she heard my sobbing.

âShe fell again.â I hiccupped on a sob as Mum lifted me onto the counter and inspected my scraped knees. âSheâs getting better though, right Ambs?â James continued. I didnât agree. I couldnât. I wasnât sure I would ever be able to pick it up.

âWait there sweetie, let me get some antiseptic and plasters and make you all better.â Mum smiled brightly and rubbed my cheek before walking off to get the first aid kit.

I hiccupped again and swung my legs against the cupboards. âWhen I grow up, I want a husband just like you.â

James laughed. âOh yeah? Like what? Handsome and strong?â

I shook my head. âNo, nice. I want a husband who helps me up when I fall down and who will shout at the mean boys who laugh at me.â

Jamesâs laughter stopped and he looked at me like I was his sun, lighting up his world.

âAnd you will sweetheart. You will,â Mum said returning with a smile and the first aid box.

EJ Shortall was born and raised in London, England where she currently still lives with her teenage son.

Having worked in education for the better part of 12 years, EJ decided a change was needed and, following a moment of inspiration, she decided to put pen to paper and start writing her first novel, Silver Lining. Not content with just the one, she continued with book two and hopes to write many more.

She has always enjoyed reading, but found it was mostly just a holiday extravagance. Then she discovered a certain worldwide best seller, and that was it she was hooked. Reading quickly became an obsession and she couldnât devour books fast enough. The books on her shelves and reading device range from sweet, Young Adult romances, to smoldering erotic encounters.

Aside from reading and writing, EJ also enjoys amateur photography and cake decorating.

âI am on one amazing roller coaster ride at the moment, meeting new and wonderful people, discovering new music gems to integrate into my stories, and learning so many new skills. I canât wait to see where this journey takes me.â

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